She keeps her hand in his, even as his grip loosens. She keeps her eyes on him - because, just like with the executions, she's condemned him to this. She was the one who mixed the pills into his tea, who gave it to him, who allowed him to end his life.
But she's not quite able to stay silent. She doesn't know if her words will reach him - he seems so far gone already. Still, she hopes that her words will give him some measure of comfort as he passes.]
...I know... how to have the dead sent home. I'll save you. No matter what it takes...
[Not long after that, his fingers go slack, and as she listens to the silence, it hits her.
Silence.
He isn't breathing.
He's gone.
Yukina slowly eases her hand out of his. She stands up, looks uselessly at the cups on the table, and leaves them as they are. Ryou's body, though, she moves.
Not much. Just enough to be sure that he's resting peacefully, that he's stable, that he won't fall. And she makes sure that his eyes are properly shut. She walks away from the dining area, her mind hazy. She reaches into her pocket, and doesn't notice when Ryou's key falls out and clatters to the ground.
It's not until she makes it up the stairs - until she comes to a stop in front of the door she's going to try and open - that she finally starts to cry.]
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She keeps her hand in his, even as his grip loosens. She keeps her eyes on him - because, just like with the executions, she's condemned him to this. She was the one who mixed the pills into his tea, who gave it to him, who allowed him to end his life.
But she's not quite able to stay silent. She doesn't know if her words will reach him - he seems so far gone already. Still, she hopes that her words will give him some measure of comfort as he passes.]
...I know... how to have the dead sent home. I'll save you. No matter what it takes...
[Not long after that, his fingers go slack, and as she listens to the silence, it hits her.
Silence.
He isn't breathing.
He's gone.
Yukina slowly eases her hand out of his. She stands up, looks uselessly at the cups on the table, and leaves them as they are. Ryou's body, though, she moves.
Not much. Just enough to be sure that he's resting peacefully, that he's stable, that he won't fall. And she makes sure that his eyes are properly shut. She walks away from the dining area, her mind hazy. She reaches into her pocket, and doesn't notice when Ryou's key falls out and clatters to the ground.
It's not until she makes it up the stairs - until she comes to a stop in front of the door she's going to try and open - that she finally starts to cry.]